Kryptonite Fail

So, I told y'all about my new admirer, he who only met me for a few hours before deciding I am his dream woman.

Well.

Look.

Yes, flowers are my kryptonite, but not when accompanied by a too sickeningly sweet card, when following days of over-the-top flattery and praise and pledges to "win me over".

I didn't know guys pulled these kinds of moves, honestly. There's no mystery here. No challenge. Just an influx of constant attention, and very little true interaction.

I just need to let him down easy.

'Cause this is getting ridic.